This is a song about "Orphan on advent"

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

Momma couldn't afford #abortions now you guess who's just an #orphan.

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

I could go on and on and on for hours,

When you took my hand up so calm

Aight, keep going, on and on

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

Picked the worst career to be stable on, cable's on

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

Feel your chest on top on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Dusted it off, and moved on

I've never forgotten the orphan who grabbed the shotgun 'n' shot

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock